Her hand landed on the small stubble sprouting from his chin, feeling a bit prickly.
"Dear," Meng Siyu pulled Tang Yue into his embrace. The sofa wasn't very large, but Meng Siyu squeezed two people onto it anyway, barely managing to stay on without flipping off the sofa with any slight movement.
Tang Yue quickly glanced around, whispering, "This is Xiao Yu's home, what if Tiantian or Xiao Yu comes…"
"Hmm…"
Tang Yue widened her eyes; this man really was pushing it. She was afraid of being discovered, yet Meng Siyu was pushing the boundaries further.
Meng Siyu's hands were mischievously exploring all over her body.
Tang Yue wanted to struggle, but feared making any noise. The last thing she wanted was for Mo Xiaoyu to catch them in the act, as she would be incredibly embarrassed.
Fortunately, what Tang Yue worried about did not happen.
"Meng Siyu!"
